Its all true, the boogie girl is real, and you've found her. She knits, sews, spins, does pottery and writes it all down in this blog.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
I've been spending time wrestling with my yarn instead of knitting with it.
Just call me Rowdy Roddy Knitter.
You see it all started when I started talking "smack":
"You there! Blue yarn! You are going to be a pretty set of gloves. I'm gonna knit and purl and use some mean fair isle techniques and you will be a gorgeous pair of gloves. Grrrrrr." Yeah, I growled at my yarn. I don't know why, I just thought it might make it want to work really well.
I now realize its not very productive to wrestle yarn. Yarn doesn't like a Smack Down. I'm not a pro wrestler and I obviously know nothing about wrestling what-so-ever. From now on I promise to talk sweet nothings to my yarn and make up cutsie little pet names for it like "sugar booger" and such.
I do take some small consolation in the fact that I beat the guts out of the yarn.
If you can't handle seeing yarn guts, don't look at the next photo.
The photo the guts are resting on is a sample of what the completed gloves should be like.
My gloves won't look like that picture. Since I've insulted all the blue yarn in my house I will be working with other colors.
The green one will be known as "baby poo coochee coochee coo"
The variegated yarn will be known as "pumpkin wumpkin my little lumkin"
I hope that's sweet enough to get me a pair of gloves.
I also wanted to thank you all for making me feel so lucky. I'm lucky to "virtually" know all of you and be the recipient of your random comments and kindness.